Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I look down at my plate, and the dome is no longer covering it. In front of me is probably one of the most beautiful presentations of food I have ever seen. The detail. The time. The effort.
He truly is so thoughtful.
“It’s a Kobe steak served over a bed of black rice with sesame and roasted tomato,” he announces like the server at a fine restaurant.
I smile, taking in a deep breath to enjoy the smells.
The fragrance of the spices filters through the air, making my mouth water.
“Wow.” That’s all I can muster.
Looking down at my plate, I grab my fork and take a bite into my mouth. The sweet, buttery morsel bursts on my tongue. It’s the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. It’s like a symphony of flavors, each note blending together to create a masterpiece of a meal.
I take a few more bites, drinking the freshly poured champagne between nibbles. Before long, half my glass is empty, and my cheeks feel warm.
I don’t drink often, and I know the champagne has gone straight to my head. It’s obvious when no matter how delicious the food is, all I can think about is Gideon.
How I want him. How I can’t stop watching him.
“Firefly…stop looking at me like that, or we won’t be eating.” Gideon’s gaze is heavy and hungry. His presence looming like a dark force ready to devour me whole.
“What if I don’t want to eat right now?”
A muscle in his jaw tics. “What do you want, Sasha?”
I lick my lips. “You.”
I won’t regret what comes next because I know I’m about to become the meal, and it will be my favorite part of an already incredible night.
39
GIDEON
“Get on your knees,” I growl, but Sasha shakes her head, standing from the table and making her way over to where I’m sitting.
“Not this time, Gideon,” she says seductively, eyeing me like a tigress.
Cocking my head to the side, I assess her. “Explain.”
She shakes her head again, and my balls tighten in response. Typically, this would not be the reaction I’d get to being told no, but with her, nothing is typical.
“You’re not in charge tonight.” Her voice is assertive.
I narrow my eyes and lick my bottom lip. “That’s not going to happen.”
Sasha leans over and kisses me softly on the mouth before pulling back and meeting my gaze. “Please, Gideon. Let me lead.”
I can see the want in her eyes. It’s a deep, primal desire that’s been simmering just below the surface.
This is more than a request.
She needs this.
My heart beats just a little bit faster.
What she’s asking is something I’ve never allowed. Something so out of character I wouldn’t even know who I was if I gave in.
“Please,” she says again, and all my walls crumble and fall to the floor at her feet.
For the first time in my life, I want to give this to someone.
No—I want to give this to her. “I don’t give up control,” I tell her, and she nods in understanding.
I need her to know how big this is. How special. This isn’t something I’d give to anyone but her. Ever.
“I know.”
“But for you…I will.” Her eyes close before reopening. Fire burns in her irises, and I long to be burned.
Standing in front of her, I tower over her small frame. I reach out my hand and take hers, squeezing my consent.
Then I wait.
The ball is in her court.
She watches me carefully for a few moments, probably waiting for me to change my mind or say I was only fucking with her to begin with. Which I would never do. Not about something like this.
No. Tonight, I’m hers.
She must see it on my face because Sasha leads me toward the bed. I’m standing beside it, waiting for her commands, when she reaches out and opens my shirt.
The material drops to the floor, and her small hands find my pants next.
Before long, I’m standing naked before her.
My arms hang at my side, and my jaw is locked. Sasha doesn’t notice my tension, though. Instead, her gaze sweeps down my body, taking in my throbbing length. It’s taking every last bit of my strength not to grab her into my arms and take control.
But I won’t.
She said please, and I’m aiming to deliver.
Sasha needs to feel like I will give myself to her.
The thing I realize, though, is that I would give this woman anything. My body. My heart. My very fucking soul.
The thought has my head spinning.
The moment she said please, there was no hesitation.
I couldn’t say no.
What is it about this girl?
Sasha places her hands on my shoulders and leans forward, skating her lips along my neck.
Soft lips.
Small kisses.
She’s savoring every moment, and I let her.
I want to grab her hair with my fingers. I want to devour her, to take, take, take.